JAG (1995–2005): Season 5, Episode 16 - Boomerang: Part 2 - full transcript

Previously on JAG:

MAN: You want to slug it out?

I'm all for it.

Stow the knife.

Oh, I'll stow it...

in your gut, you sepo bastard.

(grunting)

No! Stop!

Ian, stop!

One of her sailors was murdered.

Apparently the Aussies



have apprehended the suspect.

Commander Brumby has
requested our assistance.

Oh, Gunny, it is wild down here.

I haven't seen so many
naked breasts since...

Since when, Bud?

Harriet?!

Down here we go around
the circle to the left, mate.

I didn't murder him!

I don't believe you.

Don't you care if your
husband's convicted of murder?

Why don't you just
put it on the telly?

Yeah, but you're
in Australia, Mac.

Wear an Aussie bikini.

I'm afraid to ask.



Well, no worries.

It's a two-piece:
hat and a bottom.

Sir?

Is that Clayton Webb?

Hey, Mr. Webb!

What kind of mission

would he be on
in Australia, sir?

RABB: He's one of ours, Mic.

He might be one of yours

but he murdered one of ours

and he did it here

so he'll damn
well be tried here.

Jenny, you've just told us
exactly what Kevin told us.

That's what you
wanted to hear, wasn't it?

No, I want to hear
your recollection

of what happened
that night, not Kevin's.

You don't want to know
what I remember, Commander.

What I remember will hang him.

Sir...

is that Colonel
MacKenzie topless?

Oh, hi.

Isn't this wonderful?

Wonderful.

Oh, hey, Bud, did you get

my message about dinner tonight?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

Uh, dinner sounds great.

Uh, wait. I assumed we'd
be having dinner, Mac.

Don't assume, Mic.

Here, Bud, let me give you

these pictures Harriet sent.

ROBERTS: Thank you, ma'am.

He's gotten so big.

BRUMBY: It's only
been two days, mate.

Well, he changes every day, sir.

What?

(laughs)

Brumby, you
questioned the witness

without talking to his lawyer...

It's unethical.

I'm not sure if that's true.

Even if she was his
wife, which she wasn't.

They've been
married for 28 years.

A bigamous marriage...
He already had a wife.

Would you two save it for court?

I'm trying to defrost here.

Well, don't overexpose yourself.

You'll burn.

Don't worry, mate.

I rubbed her down
with plenty of sun block.

Sir, isn't it, uh,
time that we go?

Sir?

Yeah.

As they say, four's a crowd.

Hey, how about dinner tomorrow?

I'll call.

Hey, mate.

Don't forget your wigs
when you come to court.

Wigs?

ROBERTS: Unbelievable, sir.

She ate three dozen oysters.

She sucked them

right out of the shells. Ugh.

Mac is always eating
everything to excess, Bud.

Yeah, but that wasn't
the worst part, sir.

Her main dish was a bug.

Actually, it was
some sort of shellfish

but still, to eat
anything called a bug.

She's going to be
disappointed at dinner tonight.

She's going to
have to settle for...

Sir. There he is again.

(speaking German)

What is he up to?

Quite Frankly, sir,
Australian perukes

were never up to
English standards.

Rather shoddy workmanship,

if you ask me, sir.

But then, of
course, this country

was settled with convicts.

So what can one expect?

Are these really
made of horsehair?

The finest in England.

This wig required 100 hours
of hand-weaving to fabricate.

And then, of course

it had to be
bleached and curled.

Oh, of course.

We import them from Ravenscroft.

They've been making wigs
since the War of the Insurrection.

Oh, that's a war I
haven't heard of.

I believe you Americans call
it "The Revolutionary War."

Oh, that war.

If I may say so, sir,
you were born to it.

Thank you, Mr. Clutterbuck.

Oh, my.

It is fortunate
that as a solicitor

you are not required
to wear a wig

or we would need to find...

I know.

A bigger horse.

One French and the other German?

Or Dutch, we weren't sure.

The woman he was speaking with

at Circular Quay

was definitely French, though.

Didn't know Webb
was multilingual.

Maybe he's not.

Both women were stunning... oh!

Are you saying that a man

doesn't need to
understand a woman

as long as she's beautiful?

Even speaking the same language,
what man understands a woman?

You're referring to me.

Oh, let me guess.

You don't understand
why I went to the beach

with Mic.

That opera house is
really beautiful, isn't it?

Smashing.

So what bothered you?

That I went to the
beach with him?

Or that you thought
I was topless?

You weren't?

Harmon Rabb, you are a prude.

I am not.

Look, I don't care if
you want to go topless.

You do if it's in front of Mic.

Well, you work
with the guy, Mac.

You wouldn't go topless
in front of me, would you?

Is that a request?

You know, they wrote
"eternity" on this bridge

in lights on New Year's Eve.

Is that how long
we're going to wait?

Mac...

We're not in Washington.

We're not even on
the same continent.

Location doesn't
change who we are.

Most men would
disagree with you.

I know.

I disagree with
me sometimes, too.

But you still can't let go.

Not yet.

You're just this way
with me, aren't you?

Yeah.

Only with you.

I suppose I should be flattered.

You should, Sarah.

Where are you going
to take me to dinner?

RABB: Luna Park.

MACKENZIE: An amusement park?

Well, you like hot dogs.

Yeah, and what is

Mr. Practically-a-vegetarian
going to eat?

A corn dog?

(clearing throat)

Harm, what are you doing?

This is where Seaman
Dunsmore died 28 years ago.

Petty Officer Lee's
wife said she screamed

but she couldn't be heard

because of the
noise from the park.

(screams)

I don't know how noisy
the park was that night

but I think we can
assume that kids

haven't gotten
quieter over the years.

You know, Harm, I think
it's also safe to assume

that there's no evidence here.

Plenty of room
for a knife fight.

What, your defendant
killed the Aussie with a knife?

He didn't kill him.

Dunsmore fell on his own knife.

It was an accident.

And how did he do that?

Dunsmore came
at Lee with a knife...

they struggled...

Lee got behind him, like this.

Uh-huh.

You know, if this
wasn't a reenactment

I'd have you on the deck
with my foot on your neck.

They struggled across the dock.

And tripped over a cleat.

There are no cleats.

The ferry ties up to pilings.

Maybe there were cleats in '72.

All right, say
there were cleats.

Where would they be?

Well, they'd be

right here where
the ferries tie up.

RABB: So how would two
men struggling with a knife

trip over a cleat
and fall on the dock?

They wouldn't.

They'd go right into the harbor.

Harm, your client is lying.

RABB: You said that
Seaman Dunsmore

tripped over a
cleat on the dock.

That's right.

These photos of the dock
were taken 28 years ago.

Show me the cleat.

I don't see it.

Neither do we.

There were no
cleats on that dock.

Maybe it wasn't a cleat.

Maybe he... tripped
over a loose plank

or his own feet.

Jenny said that Ian
tripped over a cleat, too.

So we were both mistaken.

Or she's repeating
what you told her to say.

I just told her
to tell the truth.

She's afraid to
tell us the truth.

What? RABB: She
said we wouldn't want

to hear it, that it
would hang you.

You're lying.

Jen... would never say that.

We have no reason to lie.

Oh, you're trying to trick me.

Right... to prepare
me for the trial.

I just don't want any
surprises at the trial.

I've told you the truth.

Maybe it wasn't a cleat,
but Ian attacked me

we fought, and
he fell on his knife.

I can't explain why Jen would
say what you said she did.

She knows what
happened as well as I do.

Unless...

I... I never told Jen
about my first marriage.

She was so angry
when I told her yesterday

she took a poke at me.

Maybe that's why
she said what she did...

throw a good scare in me.

Which she's done.

I haven't lied to you, sir.

Everything happened
the way I said.

You got to believe that.

It doesn't matter what I
believe, Petty Officer Lee.

It's what a jury believes.

MAN: All rise.

Any persons having any
business before the court

give your attendance
and you shall be heard.

God save the Queen.

WOMAN: The Queen v.

Petty Officer Kevin Lee.

On the first of May, 1972, in
Luna Park, Sydney, Australia

Petty Officer Kevin Lee

of the United States Navy, is
accused of stabbing to death

Seaman Ian Dunsmore of
the Royal Australian Navy.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Your Honor, I appear
for the defendant

Petty Officer Kevin Lee.

Commander Harmon
Rabb, United States Navy

Judge Advocate General Corps.

Welcome to the Supreme Court
of New South Wales, Commander.

We appreciate you
wearing the proper attire

which the court realizes
is unaccustomed to you.

It is our pleasure to honor
the tradition, Your Honor.

The court also welcomes
Commander Brumby

and his associate
from the prosecution.

Thank you, Your Honor.

You ready to make your
opening statement, Commander?

I am, Your Honor. Proceed.

I wish to make a
motion, Your Honor.

I haven't even begun.

The motion is to
dismiss the charges

as presented by
the prosecution, sir.

Commander, until I hear
the prosecution's case, uh...

I've got nothing to adjudicate.

I understand, Your Honor

but the charge as read
states that Seaman Dunsmore

was murdered the
night of May 1, 1972.

There is no proof that Seaman
Dunsmore is dead, let alone murdered.

Does the learned counsel really
wish to waste the court's time

calling in witnesses to verify

the veracity of
the police reports?

We do not, sir

but my client is
charged with murder.

Nowhere in the police reports

does it say that Seaman
Dunsmore is dead.

In fact, sir, those
reports indicate

Petty Officer Kevin
Lee is the deceased.

Your Honor, the body
was mistakenly identified

28 years ago because the accused

switched uniforms and I.D.
tags to mislead the authorities.

That is pure
speculation, Your Honor.

BRUMBY: Your Honor, the
United States government

has even returned the
body to Australia to be buried.

It's obvious the person murdered
that night was Seaman Dunsmore.

Obvious? Your Honor,
for nearly three decades

the body was "obviously"
that of the accused.

Commander Brumby, do you
have a positive identification

of the body in question?

The remains have only recently
been returned, Your Honor

and are undergoing navy
dental identification as we speak.

A man is in the dock accused
of murdering Seaman Dunsmore

and you cannot legally prove

the so-named
victim is even dead?

I assure you, Your Honor

the body in question
is Seaman Dunsmore.

Well, that might
be so in your mind

but that is woefully
insufficient for this court.

I don't want to see you again

until you've got a
proper indictment.

Yes, Your Honor.
My apologies, sir.

Your Honor, I request the
accused remain in police custody

pending positive
identification of the victim.

I object, Your Honor.

Since there is no
further indictment

against my client,
he should be set free.

There's no indictment
because of a technicality.

Address yourself to the
court, Commander Brumby.

Your Honor, the police
have sufficient evidence

to show that the accused
was at the Luna Park dock

the night the soon-to-be-
identified victim was murdered.

That night, Petty Officer Lee

deserted the United States Navy

and it has taken 28
years to apprehend him.

He's a flight risk, Your Honor.

Your Honor, I request

that the defendant be released

into the custody of
the United States Navy

which has a legally
proper indictment

against him for desertion.

Your Honor, if he's released
to the United States Navy

he can be returned to the
United States for prosecution

and this court may
never regain jurisdiction.

And do you intend returning him
to the United States, Commander?

Not until he's cleared of all
charges here in Australia, sir.

The defendant will be remanded

into the custody of the defense.

This court is in recess

until further notice.

Oh, God, the media.

Keep it brief. No worries.

Mr. Lee, Seven Network.

Can I ask, are you surprised

that the Supreme Court
released you today?

You betcha. I was
surprised to be charged at all.

You deny committing the
murder? Bloody right, I do.

BRUMBY: Listen to his accent.

He's a bloody thespian.

Well, they seem to like it.

The press can't save him.

Harm's only delayed
the inevitable.

I wouldn't be so sure, Mic.

Who are you rooting for, Mac?

This isn't a soccer match.

Yeah, you're right.

It's more like a
bloody pub fight.

REPORTER: Well, if you insist

that you're not guilty,
then why did you run

28 years ago. No comment.

That'll be all.

Well, it is a legitimate...

Bloody sepo murderer!

Let him go, Brumby.

You let him go.

Oh, no.

HOWELL: I don't know
whether to keelhaul

or take the cat to you.

After 10,000 miles,
I want to do both.

A Royal Australian Naval Officer

does not behave like
a pub-crawling brawler.

You struck a junior officer?

Broke his bloody
jaw. In two places?

What possible
excuse could you make

to defend this reprehensible
act? BOTH: None, sir.

MACKENZIE: Sirs, Lieutenant
Roberts has mitigating testimony to offer.

They broke his jaw and
he wants to defend them?

Yes, sir, he does.

(MUFFLED): Sir,
it was a accident.

What the hell did he say?

He said it was an accident, sir.

How the hell could it
have been an accident?

(muffled speaking)

He says they were

defending themselves, sir.

(muffled speaking)

It was a fight
they didn't start.

(muffled speaking)

Lieutenant Roberts
got caught in the middle.

You understand him, Colonel?

Yes, sir, every word.

Amazing.

(muffled speaking)

That will be his testimony
at a judicial hearing, sirs.

He's letting them off the hook.

He might, but by god, I won't.

Captain.

CHEGWIDDEN (whispers):
Here's what I propose, sir.

Commanders, will you accept

a non-judicial punishment
for your actions?

BOTH: Yes, sir.

Good, 'cause you'd
have gotten it anyway.

Follow me.

BOTH: Aye, aye, sir.

I always did like Yank Seals.

At ease.

Strip to your blouses.

Don't come out until
you administer pain

equal to what you inflicted
on Lieutenant Roberts.

That is an order.

Aye, aye, sir.

Aye, aye, sir.

All rise.

Any persons having any business

before the court

give your attendance
and you shall be heard.

God save the Queen.

Commander Rabb.

Have you been in an accident?

I have, Your Honor, but
I'm quite ready to proceed.

Same accident, Your Honor

but I, too, am ready.

Proceed.

The Queen v. Petty
Officer Kevin Lee.

Your Honor, now that the
deceased has been identified

by the coroner, we stipulate
to the charges previously read

and re-enter our
plea of not guilty.

Very well.

Commander Brumby, you may
make your opening statement.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury

the Crown will prove
beyond a reasonable doubt

that 28 years ago,
Petty Officer Kevin Lee

a Yank sailor on
liberty at Luna Park

did coldly and
with premeditation

stab to death
Seaman Ian Dunsmore

of the Royal Australian Navy.

The defense, of
course, will deny this.

They will claim that in a
fracas with the accused

our young sailor accidentally
stabbed himself to death

but if that's true,
why did he run off?

And why did he desert his
shipmates in a time of war?

And why did he abandon

a wife and a baby back
in the United States?

And why did he
hide out in Australia

a country foreign to him, under
an alias, for the last 28 years?

He did so

because he knew
his story was a lie

and he knew that if the evidence
was ever presented to a jury

that he would be found guilty
of murder in the first degree.

Thank you.

I'd give it an eight.

8.5. That "our young
sailor" line was good.

The defense may present
their opening statement.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury

we do not deny
that Petty Officer Lee

deserted the U.S. Navy

but he's not on
trial for desertion.

We do not deny
that Petty Officer Lee

abandoned a wife
and a child in the U.S.

But he's not on trial
for abandonment.

We do not deny
that Petty Officer Lee

has lived in Australia
for the past 28 years

but he's not on trial
for illegal immigration.

We do, however, deny

that Petty Officer Lee
murdered Seaman Ian Dunsmore

and that is what
he's on trial for.

We will prove to
you that 28 years ago

Seaman Dunsmore,
in a jealous rage

attacked the
defendant with a knife

and in the ensuing struggle

Seaman Dunsmore
fell on his own knife

self-inflicting a fatal wound.

The defendant
you see in the dock

is not the same
confused young boy

who panicked and
ran that tragic night.

This man, older and wiser

would have stayed and
proven his innocence.

What the boy
didn't do that night

this man now will.

Thank you.

I'd say it's a tie.

I agree, sir.

(both speaking Danish)

BRUMBY: Chief Toohey,
if Ian had split with Jenny

why would he start a fight?

He wouldn't.

I have here Crown exhibit three

the knife found at
the dock by police

and forensically matched

to the fatal wound in
Seaman Dunsmore's body.

Have you seen it before?

Never.

So it didn't belong to
seaman Dunsmore?

No way.

How can you be so positive?

Ian and I were shipmates
on the Swan for three years.

Never knew him to own a knife.

Thank you, Chief.

Your witness, counsel.

Chief Toohey...

What is a folding navy knife?

Is it not issued to every

Royal Australian sailor?

Yeah, but it's not
a spring blade.

So, contrary to your
previous testimony

Seaman Dunsmore did own a knife.

Were you present

for the fight between the
deceased and the accused?

If I had been,
Ian'd be alive today.

Your Honor.

Refrain from the commentary

and respond to the
question, Chief Toohey.

No.

I wasn't there.

Then you couldn't possibly
know who started the fight

or who pulled this
knife, could you?

It wasn't Ian.

I can tell you that.

No, you can't, Chief,
because you weren't there.

I have no further questions
for this witness, Your Honor.

Witness is excused.

Crown may call its next witness.

The crown calls
Miss Jenny Brooker.

Objection, Your Honor.

The witness is the
defendant's wife

and cannot be called
by the prosecution.

Your Honor, I have here

a copy of a notarized
marriage certificate

from Nashville, Tennessee,
stating on August 4, 1967

Kevin Lee was married

to a Miss Annabel Carter.

Since there is no record
of this marriage ever

being dissolved, Kevin
Lee's subsequent marriage

to Jenny Brooker was bigamous,
rendering it null and void.

I, too, have documents
to present to the court

Your Honor.

First, is a notarized copy

of Petty Officer Kevin
Lee's death certificate.

Your Honor, this is ludicrous.

Kevin Lee is present
and sitting in the dock.

He is obviously not dead.

He is in the state of Tennessee.

The second is a ruling by judge

Robert Boyd of Boone
County, Tennessee

affirming that the
marriage of Annabel Lee

and Peter Hayes six months

after Petty Officer
Lee was declared dead

is her only true
and legal marriage.

I submit that if the marriage
of Peter and Annabel Hayes

is legal, then so is the
marriage of Kevin and Jenny Lee.

Your Honor...

Very creative, counselor.

This is New South Wales.

It's not Tennessee.

Objection overruled.

Court will take a
30 minute recess

after which the Crown
may call Miss Brooker.

All rise.

(muffled)

MAC: He said he feels helpless.

Keep covering my back, Bud.

(muffled): Thank you, sir.

He said thank you.

How is it that you're the only
one who understands him?

Well, my father's jaw was wired

when I was a kid,
for three months.

I guess it's like learning

a foreign language.

(muffled)

He said he'd rather
be speaking French.

(chuckles)

Ouch.

Ooh. Broken rib?

Ribs. Two.

(muffled): I don't
know why the admiral

forced the two to fight.

I don't think it took
much forcing, Bud.

(muffled): Well, with
all due respect, ma'am

it's really your fault.

They were fighting over you.

(chuckles lightly)

What did he say?

That, uh...

you deserved what you got.

(muffled): That's
not what I said.

She...

Relax, Bud.

I know you didn't say that.

Whatever it was,
you struck a chord.

BRUMBY: Did you enjoy watching

two men fight over you?

Objection, Your Honor.

Argumentative and irrelevant.

Where is this going?

Sustained.

Sir, would you admonish

the prosecutor to stand
a respectful distance

from the witness?

My apologies, Your Honor.

Miss Brooker, you claim
Ian came looking for you

and the accused. Yes.

Well, couldn't he simply
have been going to the dock

to catch the ferry, like you?

I suppose.

Were you and the accused

alone on the dock
when Ian arrived?

Yes.

Angry words were exchanged.

Yes.

Who spoke first?

I don't remember.

But you remember
who pulled the knife?

Yes. Ian.

Your Honor, I request
the witness step down

so she can demonstrate
precisely the events

as they occurred that night.

Granted.

Permission to approach
the witness, Your Honor?

Granted.

Assuming that you're Ian

will you demonstrate

how he opened the knife?

Do you know how to open
the knife, Miss Brooker?

What happened then?

They grappled.

Yes!

And Ian fell.

Yes!

Like this.

Objection. Your honor.

The Crown is staging this fight

according to his own script.

He didn't fall on the
knife, did he, Jenny?

(screaming)

Oh! God, no!

Your Honor.

Kevin pulled the knife

and Kevin stabbed
him, didn't he?

Your Honor, I object!

Yes!

Why are you saying this, Jen?

I can't lie anymore,
Kevin! I can't lie!

Order! Order in the court!

(knife drops)

(Jenny sobbing)

KEVIN: Why?

Why would Jen lie?

There are only
two possibilities:

Either she's
telling the truth...

She's not.

Or she wants to
see you incarcerated

for the rest of your life.

No. No, Jen would never do that.

Why would you say such a thing?

Because your wife has
just convicted you in there.

Why would she lie?

And don't tell me she's
angry you didn't tell her

you got married 30 years ago.

Why?

I put everything in Jen's
name after I was arrested.

The boat, the restaurant,
the house, everything.

She said we shouldn't
have any assets in my name

if I was convicted.

(muffled): That's some wife.

There's your reason.

I still can't believe it; Jen
never cared about money.

She's always wanting us
to go back to Woolgoolga.

You don't need
much to live there.

Could your wife
be having an affair?

No. She loves me.

She been away from home
lately? Weekends? Nights?

No. We're always
working our bloody arses off

at the restaurant

except two nights a week
Jen takes an art class

at some gallery in The Rocks.

She likes to paint.

(indistinct talking)

They still in there?

(muffled): Yes, sir.

Thank you.

The publican tells
me the townhouse

is owned by Harold Storum.

He runs the art gallery here.

Specializes in aboriginal art.

(muffled): Sir,
the art at Uluru.

You know, they had
a lot of aboriginal art

on the walls at Uluru.

Is that what you just said?

(muffled): Yes, sir.

Sorry.

(inaudible talking)

Jen, come on,
sweetheart... honestly.

(indistinct talking continues)

Bud, give me the camera.

You can't run
with that trick knee.

Oh, I've had about as
much as you've had.

I'm not staggering too much.

(indistinct
conversation continues)

You are just going to have to
learn how to drive them both.

You all right?

(muffled): Yes, sir.

(indistinct talking)

How long has this affair

with Harold Storum
been going on?

A while.

Did you ask your husband

to transfer all his
assets into your name?

Yes.

The defendant
didn't pull a knife

on Ian Dunsmore did he?

No.

Ian fell on his knife
while they were fighting.

Would you speak up, please?

Ian fell on his knife;
it was an accident.

Why did you lie?

Because I wanted Harold

and Harold wanted the money.

Oh... Jen.

We find the defendant, Petty
Officer Kevin Lee, not guilty.

Petty Officer Lee

you are hereby
exonerated of all charges

and remanded into the
custody of the U.S. Navy.

This court is adjourned.

All rise!

Thank you.

Thank you.

(muffled): You're welcome.

So, what happens now?

We fly you home to face
the desertion charges.

Will there be a
court-martial? It's not likely.

If you make
financial restitution

you'll probably get an
administrative separation.

When do we leave?
Tomorrow afternoon.

You'll be in Lieutenant
Robert's custody

until we reach Washington.

(muffled): Aye, sir.

I reckon I'm pushing it,
but can I have tonight?

You're right, you're pushing it.

I'll make that
flight, Commander.

But I've got to put things
right between Jen and me.

It's all my fault.

It's all those years
of living in fear.

I can't blame Jen
and I still love her.

One night to put it right, sir.

All right, but you run...

I won't.

Thank you, Commander.

I'll get my gear together

and meet you tomorrow at...

1500 hours, Qantas
departure lounge.

I'll be there, sir.

Thank you, again.

Congratulations, Harm.

Didn't think you could
beat me on my home court.

The wig made it an
even playing field.

Didn't take him into custody.

No, he's not going to run, Mac.

Not when all he needs to do

is pick up a few
papers to be free.

Congratulations, Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Me, too.

I'd have expected more than
a handshake if I'd won, Mac.

You always expect more

than you deserve.

Mic, I'm leaving tomorrow.

Would you like to
have dinner tonight?

I'd love it, Sarah.

Great, I'll see you
at the airport, Harm.

Admiral.

Well, you win some,
you lose some.

MAC: I can't believe you're
wearing a formal dress uniform.

Special occasions
call for special attire.

We're just having dinner, Mic.

We're having more than that.

Don't presume, remember?

I'm not.

I'm talking about having
a serious discussion.

I know you like me.

(chuckles)

Of course I like you, Mic.

I'm in love with you, Sarah.

Shh. For once in
your life, just listen.

I've loved you

since the moment I
first laid eyes on you.

I've never acted so foolishly

or ached so hard in
my heart in all my life.

No, let me finish, please

while I still have the strength.

I knew that getting you
to love an ocher like me

would take a miracle.

Look.

I'm praying one will fall from
the southern cross tonight.

(laughs)

Oh, God.

Uh... it's impossible, Mic.

Once you'd have said
me holding you in my arms

under the southern
cross would be impossible.

You're right.

I mean, I know it won't be easy.

God knows we've
got a lot to work out...

Your career, mine...

But I'm willing to
make any sacrifice...

any...

if you'd just be my wife.

Oh.

Okay, I need time to think.

Absolutely.

Yeah.

(chuckling)

Well?

Well... more time.

Wear my ring?

I can't.

On your right hand?

Um, until you decide.

Then all you have to do

is swap it over to the other.

Or not.

You're so beautiful.

(loud talking and laughter)

We did it!

Mic, wait...

Isn't that the boat we saw in
the video in court yesterday?

Freedom!

That bastard.

Jenny's affair was a setup.

The jury wouldn't
believe a loving wife

but they would a cheating wife

who was trying to
convict her husband.

Kevin wanted Harm
to catch them at it

and then break her on the stand.

My God, it's brilliant.

But I can't try him again;
it'll be double jeopardy.

He just got away
with bloody murder.

If you kiss me in front
of the admiral, it's over.

It'll just be a comradely
peck on the cheek.

Talk to Harriet yet?

(muffled): Not yet, sir.

Well, the wired jaw
should get you some slack.

(muffled): I certainly hope so.

Gentlemen...

What happened to you two?

Never mind that, Webb.

What the hell have you been
doing down here, anyway?

Sorry, can't say.

But thanks for not
busting my cover.

(over PA): Qantas
Flight 7 to Los Angeles

is now boarding all
first-class passengers.

That's me.

I'll see you onboard.

First class?

(speaking Japanese)

Did he show up yet?

Not yet.

I can't wait to see

the look on that
bastard's face...

Sir, here he comes.

Told you I'd be here, Commander.

So you did.

Uh, no hard feelings.

I know you were
just doing your job.

None at all, mate.

Is something wrong?

On the contrary;
something is finally right.

Lieutenant Roberts.

(muffled): You have the right

to remain silent...

Is that really necessary?

What's he saying?

He's reading you your rights.

You get things

straightened out with Jenny?

Oh, yes, sir; thanks to you.

Jen never really
loved the bugger.

We're moving to
Woolgoolga when I get back

and make a fresh start.

You taking the boat?

Ma'am?

The boat that you and Jenny
and Harold were on last night.

Should've waited till after the
court-martial to celebrate, Kevin.

Though we can't try
you for murder one again

I am going to nail
you for desertion

in a time of war.

BRUMBY: I hope you go
for the death penalty, mate.

Absolutely, mate.

You'll never get it

but life without
parole is a slam-dunk.

Mr. Roberts, take
this deserter on board.

(muffled): Aye, aye, sir.

I'm beginning to understand him.

Colonel, are
congratulations in order?

Uh, it's on the right hand, sir.

Ah, so it is.

Friendship ring?

For now.

(over PA): Qantas Flight 7 to
Los Angeles is now boarding

all business-class passengers.

Let's go, people.

I love you, Sarah MacKenzie.

Oh, Mic.

Commander, never look back.

No, sir.